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02 September 2010

We knew it was only a matter of time. Vox is closing its doors on September 30. This should be surprising to nobody. Vox was a wonderful and beautiful thing in its time, and then came Facebook -- which made it easier for people to share photos, quips, and quizzes in a "secure" environment (wasn't that one of vox's selling points?).

Que sera sera.

I was blogging long before I started at Vox, and I'll continue long after Vox ends. I hope, when you are utterly bored, you find your way over to my home on the Internet. You can find me at:

22 August 2010

I saw exactly 3 movies this summer, and each had great sentimental value. Surprisingly, I enjoyed the heck out of "Ramona and Beezus." I was all set to detest it. Of course, "Toy Story 3" made me bawl my head off. But as far as favorite, I'd go with "Scott Pilgrim vs. The World." The movie was a lot of fun. Not as much fun as the books, of course, but really fun nonetheless.

15 August 2010

Really, lame practical stuff -- pay off my student loans for once and for all, and then pay off my mortgage. After that I'd be debt free, which would be nice. I'd put the rest in some sort of retirement fund or something. I dream big. Being a freelancer makes you a little more practical, believe it or not.

12 August 2010

There was a time, not so long ago, where I really, really loved Wilco (we have since ended our relationship). Since I still have residual warm feelings about the happy times we spent together in the past, certain things regarding the band still capture my eye, like this amazing cover of "I Am Trying to Break Your Heart."

17 July 2010

Cell phones are the new wallets…. what do you wish you could pay for with your smartphone?Sponsored by: Someone We Don't Care About: Bringing You Tips for a Connected LifeStyle (whatever the hell that is)

I wish I could pay for sponsorship of QotD, because that appears to be the only way to get new questions.

11 July 2010

So now that summer is half-way over is there anything you're still looking forward to?

YES! As I type this I am semi-watching Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist (which is cute, but not nearly as good as the book). I call this viewing: ramping up for the big event.

First in NINE days is Scott Pilgrim 6: Scott Pilgrim's Finest Hour. I've been obsessed with Scott Pilgrim since I read all five volumes in a frenzy late this spring. I owned Volume 1 for about a year before I even cracked it open. But now I've been impatiently waiting for the series finale. I've been known to randomly shout to my nephew, Max, "TEN DAYS TO SCOTT PILGRIM." He's obsessed too. So is Ericka. It's contagious.

All this is leading up to the movie in August, Scott Pilgrim vs. The Universe which stars Michael Cera. Have I discussed my Michael Cera fetish before? I believe I have. I love him. I know he often plays teenage boys and that does make me feel a little coo-coo-katchoo, but I don't care.

10 July 2010

Dream posts are usually about as fun to read as what I had for lunch posts. I know that, and yet I'm going to tell you about the dream I had. Or at least the "relevant" bits.

First, for reasons unknown to me, Hotrod was at my house (though not my real house, rather the house I grew up in and haven't lived in for 20 years) seeking computer help. While I was helping him I noticed that every time I pressed the enter key a segment of his face would turn a lavendery purple. His face would purple in orderly stripes with each keystroke.

I was, of course, freaked right the fuck out by this. Hotrod, not so much. I even took a picture with my iPhone and showed it to him. He shrugged, "yeah it happens sometimes."

Then, he needed a cord for his iPod and I had to go find one in these containers in my bedroom. Ever the gentleman, Hotrod would not step foot in the room, and instead would go outside, walk around the house and then shout up to the window. Since I couldn't find the cord right away he decided to got to the corner bar with Craig Finn. I promised to meet them there as soon as I found the cord.

Eventually, I gave up on finding the cord and went to the corner bar. There I found Craig, Hotrod, Emma Peel, M----l, and some of my friends you wouldn't know. I played some Bruce Springsteen on the jukebox and we laughed.